Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Senegal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Shuggie Otis to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.